@ichorcoded / @comaliesvii gets Ezra in Cyberpunk bc I’m just in a silly, goofy mood
Dark bags rest beneath tired eyes, but when he catches a glimpse of himself in the nearest broken shards of glass, at just the right angle, Ezra might almost believe that it was the shadows playing a trick. What are most certainly not tricks, however, are the small signs of aging across his features - nearly eight years without a mirror; could he be blamed for staring just a little?
Tilting his head this way and that, finding the familiar and the strange for a long few moments before attention turns back to the hotel he hoped might provide refuge for the night.
Glass crunches under stolen Arasaka militia boots as they step forward, eyeing the opening provided by such destruction. Shards still stick out from the window frame, a potential danger - the last thing he needs is some infection to off him after years of the Corpos trying their hardest to achieve the same.
Pulling off his sweater, the former streetkid instead wraps the clothing around their arm to knock the remaining pieces of glass from their steadfast positions and onto the ground, allowing him a clear way of entry into the building.
Light shines unfettered into the room, revealing a messy looking bed but otherwise clean area. It appears unoccupied, and he is too tired to check beyond first glances - the bed is far too tempting... And so he falls into it, and, swiftly, into a deep sleep.
